Brandon's POV
"Look all I'm saying is that you need to get your shit together and leave." I said calmly.
This psychotic girl from last night won't get the fuck out of my damn penthouse. Who the fuck does she think I am? I am THE BRANDON KINGSLEY for fucks sake. Not only that but I happen to have a very important meeting, one that does not involve a random girl trying to seduce me in the morning.
"Baby you don't mean that." She purred while battering her long eyelashes.
"Get out before I call security and they will drag your ass out of the building! Your choice either humiliation or leave with a small piece of dignity left." I told her while reaching for the intercom.
"YOU SICK BASTARD!" She screamed while stomping her long and loud ass heels out my door.
She slammed the door shut, scaring my maids. For God's sake suddenly meaningless sex turns into a marriage contract. I'm sorry but I don't do relationships. At least not with little girls who have been dumped and just need someone with money.
(Flashback)
"Oh baby please!" she screamed.
I seriously couldn't handle her voice. She sounded like a dying cow in my opinion.
"No" A faint sweet voice was heard in the background.
Just as I was about to stop I heard a door slam shut.
That was the last time I heard her sweet voice. It was so faint but yet I could feel all of her emotions in me at the time.
(End of flashback)
Now everywhere I go she's either on a magazine or on the news "taking the business world by storm."
Paige Heart, the girl who stole my heart.
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His Past
RomanceI thought he was my future but I was his past. It's really funny how love makes you feel weird inside. Usually you never forget your first love. I never forgot mine. Brandon Kingsley, a definite ten out of ten, with nothing but girls at his feet...
